White people are gonna make a bunch of jokes and memes about what was said during the debates, on the basis that they are too "absurd" and "silly" for anyone to take seriously
And then wonder why antiblack(immigrant) hate crimes are on the rise
Hey y'all, now is a particularly good time to show solidarity with the Haitian refugee community of Ohio by donating to groups working on their behalf like The Haitian Bridge Alliance or Advocates for Basic Legal Equity.
The Republican goons are trying to stir up a racist hate mob against them based on extremely sinister lies. To hell with the sorts of people who want racist violence and for those of us nowhere near Ohio, this sort of donation is a decent way of telling both the Haitian community and their tormentors that we have the backs of refugees.
Here is a comic about missing parts. Thanks as ever to the wonderful angels who support the comic. You can join them on here : linktr.ee/judymoore
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Everything is somewhat repaired: Missing PartsCW: Genital Surgery Directly after the orchiectomy operation most of the pain, not so much, was under my tummy where the incisions were made. Between my legs, not much at all. (alt: Under belly with scars. a circle of sky with white clouds covering genitals)
Rolling over in my sleep, I had always been a little carful not to squash those vulnerable parts between my thighs. But this first sleep, a little high on pain meds, I was still careful but found there was nothing to squash. (alt: Judy sleeping in a hospital bed)
Rebecca arrived with pink roses and a sandwich. We talked about the missing parts. She asked “Is it like losing a tooth? Your tongue busy checking for it, writing a new map of your mouth.”(alt: Fruit bat Rebecca wearing a leather jacket, with a speech bubble containing a tooth.)
I said it felt more like being at a party, and realising some of the people you came with aren’t there. You hear they left hours ago and you hadn’t noticed until now. You were busy dancing…. or dreaming? (alt: Someone whispering into Judy’s ear as she looks off confused.)
You feel a little pang of guilt for not saying goodbye properly but then realise quite how much you weren’t ever really friends. And you continue dancing. And then someone brings you roses. (alt: Judy dancing wearing a sleeveless t shirt with Elizabeth Taylor written on it. surrounded by pink roses.)